He still had blood on his lips when she rentaghosted him. Lily's blood. He could taste the innocent off her and that was of course why he'd kept taking more, every time she got speechy, every time she told him she'd find a way to save him. Did they really still make them so fucking naive. But the father that looked younger than the daughter had caught him off guard, the redhead man talked him down from the curse that actually caused him more pain than he'd known in a long time. Told him they should get out of there, and in the confusion he'd gone to Lydia. He wanted nothing more than to tear her throat out and he'd have done it too if Alex hadn't brought him here.
Hadn't even gotten to taste her blood. Still, there was time yet. Even if the bitch did have a stake in her hand. He wasn't worried she'd use it. Love was a funny thing.
"Here we are indeed. Though really, I wasn't finished. I had a children's book at a classical whore to kill. You ruin my fun Alex." he told her, the drawl that was so very not Hal, ever present. As if she needed any more convincing that her boyfriend was gone. He moved in closer to her, for now simply ignoring the stake held to her side and stepping in beyond the bounds of personal space. Eyes still black and the ever present smirk showing her just how dead and gone Hal was. "You're going to have to make up for what I've missed. You do realise that. You owe me now, and I can't see how a little ghost girl is going to repay that kind of debt. I was going to paint the city with them. And you....you thought you'd get me out of the way, get me to safety and then what, stake me. Is that what this is? Go on then, stake me. If you can of course."
A ghost of a kiss brushed her neck and Harry's hand slid along Alex's arm toward the hand carrying the stake. She called him predictable? He knew exactly what buttons to push.